Darling,
Are you still safe? The day they called you in, I held back all the tears. I don't think I'm being selfish; I just want to know you're safe.
Last night they found three more bodies floating in the fountain in our town's square. It's this bloody virus. The cemeteries are off limits and they will not tell us why.
Oh, Darling, you are safe right? I am constantly worrying for your safety and that you can come home. For the past three weeks a family of four has been living with me. They told me about this man who has died for us a long time ago. This family calls him Jesus. This family isn't afraid, they're confident and courageous. I do not understand this faith that this family has brought into our house.
I don't believe them when they tell me that this dead man has died for us so long ago. He doesn't know us; I've never met him. This family is so sure that this dead man will save us all from this unknown abhorrent plight. I believe that we may burn here. Darling, I'm afraid we are all going to die. I can no longer sleep. The screaming coming from outside makes me shiver in our bed. Please, write back soon. I desperately miss you.
With all my shaken love,
Margaret